The ghetto child ,the sad case ,the unfortunate one, and wait a minute you can't leave out the forgotten one.
Usually these assumptions would make me angry well all except one: Ghetto Child.
This story takes place where last breaths, fast money an...
Any fool can make a rule and Any fool will mind it ~ Henry David Thoreau
Chapter 14: 4 Rules Tuesday October 8th
Jai'yanna's Pov:
"There are four rules to this league: kill, be killed, survive, or die." The head of the table, representing the England Royalty, presented the rules.
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As I stood before them all in my best dressed.
I sat patiently at the table, waiting for Calvin, a Nordvac family member of Russian royalty, a green-eyed woman who appeared to be of Italian royalty, Jaylen, who resembled The Godfather, a man with one eye who seemed to belong to British royalty, and a woman who was so short that she didn't reach eye level, suggesting she was of Austrian-Hungarian royalty. It was as if the entire world of World War I had gathered in a single room.
I guess some unions can never be broken.
Especially the families hired during those times of need. Here I stood, waiting for my life sentence—my immunity.
The true death of Jai'Yanna is now mine, for I am the Don.
Who I've always been.
The sizzling sound of metal against my skin pierced my ears. "Ugh-" I cried in agony as the steel rod pressed deeper into my flesh.
All I could do was stare into my brother's eyes, trying to suppress my tears. His nonchalant expression made this excruciating moment five times more unbearable. Oddly enough, I wished my father were here to witness it.
Above my shoulder, a serpent with a knife and the ominous saying, "Perpetual wink, a penalty we'll pay," was branded into my skin.
The saddest part was that now they owned me...
"Thank you, the Don. For being the first woman to rise from humble beginnings to achieve greatness. Welcome to the End. I hope you find joy in freeing souls as much as we relish in their liberation. Congratulations to our first creation of such uniqueness. It all begins with you."
I bowed my head in acknowledgment.
As a masked man poured alcohol over my newly registered trademark, I cringed at the pain, but it wasn't enough to make me shudder, like the metal did.
The Godfather stood up from his seat and approached me in front of the entire table. "Do you feel that?"
"Feel what?" I turned away from the table, trying to hide the nervousness in my face.
